Title: Sadame no Hoshi ~ Stars of Fate
Author: Quantum Angel (evapilot03@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: See Prologue.
Summary: See Prologue.
Author's Note: Ummm... this is the revised version and is different from what it used to be... And also semi-Youji bashing by Arc... but nothing much more than threats exchanged...
You have to learn to pace yourself
Pressure
You're just like everybody else
Pressure
You've only had to run so far
So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure
-"Pressure", Billy Joel
Chapter 1 - Water and Flowers
Crimson eyes opened slowly. Pain throbbed through Arc's head, blurring his vision. A flash of brown caught his attention as his body registered the feel of a bed beneath him.
"Who are you?" he croaked out, his throat dry and abused. He closed his eyes and swallowed in an attempt to moisten his throat.
"My name is Omi. Would you like some water?" a small boy with Light brown hair answered. Arc nodded as he closed his eyes again from the pain the movement inflicted.
Omi handed him a glass of water and Arc all but inhaled the clear liquid. After finishing the water, Arc looked at the glass and a small smirk appeared on his bruised face.
"Would you like more? You act like you haven't had water in a while."
"Uh, yes. I would appreciate some more. I was just thinking that I hope I don't spring a leak," Arc's raspy voice said, slightly clearer.
"Spring a leak?" Omi inquired as he refilled the glass. Arc drank it up.
"Yeah, several of my siblings and myself have a joke about that. When we were in the lab, we'd see some of the experiments and they would be leaking everywhere," Arc smiled at the memory, then suddenly went sullen.
"What's wrong, Arcturus-san?" Omi inquired.
"Huh? Please don't call me that... It makes me feel old. Plus I don't deserve that kind of respect. Call me Arc or something."
"Oh alright Arc-kun. What's the matter?"
"They're probably dead now."
"Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that, if that's any consolation."
Arc looked up at Omi and studied him for a moment. "Thank you. It does help, but it doesn't matter. I'm not used to growing fond of people, especially family. They always die."
Omi remained quiet as he digested Arc's comment.
"Were they the bodies we saw scattered about the room you were kept in?" a new voice, a deep baritone, chimed in. Arc turned his head to see a blur of color standing in what he assumed to be the doorway.
"Likely. Some were some weren't... You were one of my rescuers, weren't you? You both were."
Aya nodded once, while Omi smiled and nodded his several times.
"You are... Ab-yss-ian... Are you not? And you Omi, are... Bo-m-bay...?"
Arc's eyesight cleared slightly and saw the two figures stiffen. Thoughts raced through their minds, faster than comprehension. Arc grasped his head in pain. "STOP! Please! Not so loud!" Arc howled, eyes clamped shut while the rest of his body spasmed from the sudden wave of pain that crashed over his body.
Omi looked both concerned and puzzled by the boy's seemingly random outcry, while Aya remained his usual unreadable self.
"Arc-kun! What's wrong?"
Arc breathed in deep but shakily, then opened his eyes and let his arms fall to the bed. "I'm sorry... I keep forgetting I have to block or else I'll go crazy from all the voices."
"Voices? What voices?"
"Your thoughts... the thoughts of your two friends outside... the thoughts of every person walking by on the street... and their emotions."
Omi's eyes widened in shock. "You're... You're... You're...!!"
"A telepath, aye. I'm also a bit of an empath, but it is nowhere near the strength of my telepathy. But my elder brother taught me how to control it."
Omi stared wide-eyed at Arc for several long moments. "Wow. A telepath."
"Is that what they did to you in the laboratory? Give you these powers?" Aya asked calmly.
"They created me this way - with these abilities. They observed how each of us grew up to handle them. They also of course experimented on others to give them the same abilities as us. Unfortunately they never survived."
As the two members of Weiß digested his news flash, Arc realized his vision had fully cleared and was studying the two. As the silence grew longer, the tension in the air increased.
"Omi? Are you in here? Aya was supposed to relieve you..." Ken's voice drifted into the room followed shortly by the young brunette's head. "Oh there you are Omi. Aya's supposed to relieve you..." Ken walked in a noticed Arc sitting up in the bed holding an empty glass. "oh he's awake."
"Yes I am."
"I'll be down in a moment Ken-kun. Arc-kun was telling us about the laboratory we found him in. Arc-kun, you should rest. You were pretty battered when we found you and you need to heal."
"May I use the facillities first?"
"Uh, sure. Second door down the hall on your left."
Arc climbed off the bed slowly and as his feet contacted the floor he noticed something different. "You changed my clothes," he stated.
"Yeah, there wasn't much left of what you were wearing to be called clothes. We'll get you some new clothes of your own once you're better. We guessed that you and Ken were about the same build and he volunteered to lend you some of his clothes till you have some of your own."
Arc wore a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and an old soccer jersey that hung off his slightly. He stood taller than Omi by at least three inches and was indeed the almost the same height as Ken, Arc being about half an inch shorter. Arc's hair still had traces of dry blood staining his blue hair.
"I need a shower too. My hair is supposed to be blue, not red."
"I'll get you a towel," Omi said , escorting the abused boy to the bathroom.
* * *
Arc was never a very impatient person, usually, but he couldn't stand his imprisonment much longer. He was pacing the room like a caged predator. He was designed to be active and his sanity usually hinged on that. He couldn't stand being trapped in this room much longer.
Arc had surprised his rescuers with his speedy recovery time. The bruises were all very faint now and all the cuts had nearly mended. It looked like all he had was a nasty encounter with a house cat. All the swelling had long since dissipated since he arrived almost a full week before.
"Do I need to strap you down to the bed?" Youji said from the doorway.
Arc turned around and glared at him. "I can't stay in here forever! C'mon, let me out! I need to move around."
"No way, Buddy. You're not healed yet."
"I heal fast. I'll be all better real soon."
"Regardless, you should still be resting."
"How about I put you in my position and keep you looked up in room. How about that? Or should I just kill you. You're too damn annoying."
Youji glared at him. *He... He just threatened me!*
"You bet I did. Now give me something to do before I go crazy and start hurting people."
"Um... What do you know about flowers?"
* * *
~TBC...
Kali: *smiling* Oh this is getting GOOOOODDD!!!!
Angy: *rolls eyes* You know, Sis, this is only the first chapter... You should wait until we get past chapter two to say THAT!
Kali: *shruggs shoulders* Hey I can do what I want, right?
Angy: Yeahhh.... Here's a job for you readers... tell us what you think about this story, good or bad!
Author: Quantum Angel (evapilot03@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: See Prologue.
Summary: See Prologue.
Author's Note: Ummm... this is the revised version and is different from what it used to be... And also semi-Youji bashing by Arc... but nothing much more than threats exchanged...
You have to learn to pace yourself
Pressure
You're just like everybody else
Pressure
You've only had to run so far
So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with
Pressure
-"Pressure", Billy Joel
Chapter 1 - Water and Flowers
Crimson eyes opened slowly. Pain throbbed through Arc's head, blurring his vision. A flash of brown caught his attention as his body registered the feel of a bed beneath him.
"Who are you?" he croaked out, his throat dry and abused. He closed his eyes and swallowed in an attempt to moisten his throat.
"My name is Omi. Would you like some water?" a small boy with Light brown hair answered. Arc nodded as he closed his eyes again from the pain the movement inflicted.
Omi handed him a glass of water and Arc all but inhaled the clear liquid. After finishing the water, Arc looked at the glass and a small smirk appeared on his bruised face.
"Would you like more? You act like you haven't had water in a while."
"Uh, yes. I would appreciate some more. I was just thinking that I hope I don't spring a leak," Arc's raspy voice said, slightly clearer.
"Spring a leak?" Omi inquired as he refilled the glass. Arc drank it up.
"Yeah, several of my siblings and myself have a joke about that. When we were in the lab, we'd see some of the experiments and they would be leaking everywhere," Arc smiled at the memory, then suddenly went sullen.
"What's wrong, Arcturus-san?" Omi inquired.
"Huh? Please don't call me that... It makes me feel old. Plus I don't deserve that kind of respect. Call me Arc or something."
"Oh alright Arc-kun. What's the matter?"
"They're probably dead now."
"Oh. I'm so sorry to hear that, if that's any consolation."
Arc looked up at Omi and studied him for a moment. "Thank you. It does help, but it doesn't matter. I'm not used to growing fond of people, especially family. They always die."
Omi remained quiet as he digested Arc's comment.
"Were they the bodies we saw scattered about the room you were kept in?" a new voice, a deep baritone, chimed in. Arc turned his head to see a blur of color standing in what he assumed to be the doorway.
"Likely. Some were some weren't... You were one of my rescuers, weren't you? You both were."
Aya nodded once, while Omi smiled and nodded his several times.
"You are... Ab-yss-ian... Are you not? And you Omi, are... Bo-m-bay...?"
Arc's eyesight cleared slightly and saw the two figures stiffen. Thoughts raced through their minds, faster than comprehension. Arc grasped his head in pain. "STOP! Please! Not so loud!" Arc howled, eyes clamped shut while the rest of his body spasmed from the sudden wave of pain that crashed over his body.
Omi looked both concerned and puzzled by the boy's seemingly random outcry, while Aya remained his usual unreadable self.
"Arc-kun! What's wrong?"
Arc breathed in deep but shakily, then opened his eyes and let his arms fall to the bed. "I'm sorry... I keep forgetting I have to block or else I'll go crazy from all the voices."
"Voices? What voices?"
"Your thoughts... the thoughts of your two friends outside... the thoughts of every person walking by on the street... and their emotions."
Omi's eyes widened in shock. "You're... You're... You're...!!"
"A telepath, aye. I'm also a bit of an empath, but it is nowhere near the strength of my telepathy. But my elder brother taught me how to control it."
Omi stared wide-eyed at Arc for several long moments. "Wow. A telepath."
"Is that what they did to you in the laboratory? Give you these powers?" Aya asked calmly.
"They created me this way - with these abilities. They observed how each of us grew up to handle them. They also of course experimented on others to give them the same abilities as us. Unfortunately they never survived."
As the two members of Weiß digested his news flash, Arc realized his vision had fully cleared and was studying the two. As the silence grew longer, the tension in the air increased.
"Omi? Are you in here? Aya was supposed to relieve you..." Ken's voice drifted into the room followed shortly by the young brunette's head. "Oh there you are Omi. Aya's supposed to relieve you..." Ken walked in a noticed Arc sitting up in the bed holding an empty glass. "oh he's awake."
"Yes I am."
"I'll be down in a moment Ken-kun. Arc-kun was telling us about the laboratory we found him in. Arc-kun, you should rest. You were pretty battered when we found you and you need to heal."
"May I use the facillities first?"
"Uh, sure. Second door down the hall on your left."
Arc climbed off the bed slowly and as his feet contacted the floor he noticed something different. "You changed my clothes," he stated.
"Yeah, there wasn't much left of what you were wearing to be called clothes. We'll get you some new clothes of your own once you're better. We guessed that you and Ken were about the same build and he volunteered to lend you some of his clothes till you have some of your own."
Arc wore a pair of loose fitting blue jeans and an old soccer jersey that hung off his slightly. He stood taller than Omi by at least three inches and was indeed the almost the same height as Ken, Arc being about half an inch shorter. Arc's hair still had traces of dry blood staining his blue hair.
"I need a shower too. My hair is supposed to be blue, not red."
"I'll get you a towel," Omi said , escorting the abused boy to the bathroom.
* * *
Arc was never a very impatient person, usually, but he couldn't stand his imprisonment much longer. He was pacing the room like a caged predator. He was designed to be active and his sanity usually hinged on that. He couldn't stand being trapped in this room much longer.
Arc had surprised his rescuers with his speedy recovery time. The bruises were all very faint now and all the cuts had nearly mended. It looked like all he had was a nasty encounter with a house cat. All the swelling had long since dissipated since he arrived almost a full week before.
"Do I need to strap you down to the bed?" Youji said from the doorway.
Arc turned around and glared at him. "I can't stay in here forever! C'mon, let me out! I need to move around."
"No way, Buddy. You're not healed yet."
"I heal fast. I'll be all better real soon."
"Regardless, you should still be resting."
"How about I put you in my position and keep you looked up in room. How about that? Or should I just kill you. You're too damn annoying."
Youji glared at him. *He... He just threatened me!*
"You bet I did. Now give me something to do before I go crazy and start hurting people."
"Um... What do you know about flowers?"
* * *
~TBC...
Kali: *smiling* Oh this is getting GOOOOODDD!!!!
Angy: *rolls eyes* You know, Sis, this is only the first chapter... You should wait until we get past chapter two to say THAT!
Kali: *shruggs shoulders* Hey I can do what I want, right?
Angy: Yeahhh.... Here's a job for you readers... tell us what you think about this story, good or bad!
